The ubiquitous fruit hamper.

{I told you I was fine.}

Dear you,
 
Feeling on the mend and raring to go now that my limbs have been reattached. Remarkable what they can do these days, those doctors. I feel as I did when in the summer of my days. I’ve not shaken my fear of needles though, no matter how frequent the jabbings were. Atop the cupboard, I’d launch myself. Anything to escape those nurses and their shining syringes. Lured down by a handful of grapes (of which in a hospital there are many going spare, what with every visitor to every patient bringing the ubiquitous fruit hamper).
 
Keen never soon to revisit this sterile accommodation, at least not until the winter of my life.
 
Yours in jubilant spirits, or is that the drugs?
X

+ One, two, three. Tiny weekend scenes.